The ground sparkled with leaves and sticks. Amanda lifted the palm frown from the ground as she examined it, she heard something from the side yard it was just her dog Henry. The leaves from the tree flowed to the ground, the grass lifted from the ground as the roots yelled for survival. The sky poured its tears onto the ground. The ants on the ground marched towards the hole on the house with the leaves on their backs. She did not like this, the rain the ants the dog. Even though this feeling tickled through her stomach she loved the dog. The land shook with fear as thunder roared and lightning beamed.
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